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Dress Rehearsal Rag

Leonard Cohen

Tablatura: Principal (guitarra)
tono: G
Bm                             Cm    C#m                         A#m
Four o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't feel like very mutch.
Bm                                                       Cm C#m                   A#m
I said to my self, "where are you, golden boy, where's your fameous golden touch?"
Bm                                    Cm C#m           A#m
I thought you knew where all of the elephants lie down,
Bm                                          Cm C#m                  A#m
I thought you where the crownprince of all the wheels in Iv?ry Town.

Bm                             Bbm Am                            A#m
Just take a look at your body now, There's nothing mutch to save.
Bm                                      Bbm  Am                        A#m
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries "Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

Bm                                       Cm C#m
Now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave,
A#m Bm                                      Cm C#m
Why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razor blade?

              Cm   Bm                 C#m  Am          C
That's right, it's come to this. Yes, it's come to this,
Bb                  D    G
And wasn't it a long way down?
Bb             D           G
Ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Bm                             Cm    C#m         A#m
Ther's no hot water and the cold is running thin,
Bm                           Cm     C#m                         A#m
Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you've been living in?
Bm                             Cm    C#m                         A#m
Don't drink from that cup, it's all caked up and cracked along the rim,
Bm                             Cm    C#m                         A#m
That's not electric light, my friend, that is your vision growing dim.

Bm                             Bbm Am                      A#m
Cover up your face with soap, there, now you're Santa Claus,
Bm                             Bbm Am                   A#m
And you got a gift for anyone who give you his applause.

Bm                                       Cm       C#m
I thougt you were a racing man, ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
Bm                                       Cm                C#m
That's a funeral in the mirror, and it's stopping at your face.

              Cm     Bm                C#m  Am          C
That's right, it's come to this. Yes' it's come to this,
Bb                  D     G
And wasn't it a long way down?
Bb                  D       G
Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?

Bm                             Cm    C#m         A#m
Once there was a path and girl with chestnut hair,
Bm                             Cm         C#m                      A#m
And you passed the summer picking all of the berries that grew there.
Bm                             Cm        C#m                  A#m
There were times she was a woman, there were times she was just a child,
Bm                             Cm        C#m               A#m
And you held her in the shadow where the raspberries grow wild.

Bm                             Bbm    Am                      A#m
And you climbed the twilight mountains, and you sang about the view,
Bm                             Bbm Am                      A#m
And ev'erywhere you wandered, love seemed to go along with you.

Bm                                       Cm             C#m
That's a hard one to remember, yes, it makes you clench your fist,
Bm                                       Cm          C#m
And the veins stand out like highways all along your wrist.

             Cm     Bm                C#m  Am          C
That's right, it's come to this. Yes' it's come to this,
Bb                  D     G
And wasn't it a long way down?
Bb                  D        G
Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?

Bm                             Cm    C#m         A#m
You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend,
Bm                             Cm        C#m               A#m
On the back of every magazine, there are those coupons you can sand.
Bm                             Cm       C#m               A#m
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians? They will give you back your hope,
Bm                             Cm       C#m           A#m
You can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown envelope.

Bm                        Bbm     Am               A#m
But you've used up all coupons, except the one that seems
Bm                           Bbm    Am                  A#m
To be written on you wrist. along with several thousand dreams.

Bm                                    Cm             C#m
Now Santa Claus comes forward, that's a razor in his mitt,
Bm                                       Cm             C#m
And he puts on his dark glases, and he shows you where to hit.
Bm                                  Cm             C#m
And then the cameras pan, the stand-in stuntman,

Bb       D         G
dress in rehearsal rag.
Bb                   D        G
It's just the dress rehearsal rag,
Bb                   D        G
You know this dress rehearsal rag,
Bb                   D        G
It's just the dress rehearsal rag,
Composição de Leonard Cohen
Colaboración y revision:
  • João Lima
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